Oh great, more dead stuff (Open)

[Buffy Summers]

"Well Buffy, we don't know exactly where you'll come out. I mean, this could be a demon dimension we're sending you to and we know those aren't all candy and lollipop's," Willow said as she examined the portal, being careful not to disturb it completely with her magic. The small group had gathered without the slayers in training, the old scoobies taking one last look at it all before Buffy went where no scooby has gone before.

"I don't know Will, I think our chances of the Buffster finding candyland are better with each time she does something like this, so does the chance of going somewhere with nothing but shrimp," Xander added as Buffy gave him a look, "What? It could happen...."

"Look guys, I told you I was going to go through first, I don't care where it goes. Will, if something wrong happens, just bring me back to life again. You're good at that, and I'm pretty sure this qualifies as a mystical death." Buffy said as she picked her scythe up and hugged her two friends.

"Don't I get a say in any of this anymore?" Giles said as he cleaned his glasses, standing as far from the group hug as he could, trying to focus on the task at hand, "Just, be careful going through. If the air doesn't smell right we'll have a magical line of communication going through willow, let her know and we'll bring you back. And if there is anything dangerous--"

"Giles remember who you're talking to," Buffy interrupted.

"...quite so. Well, just... kill anything and make sure you document what you see, alright?"

"Alright, here we go. If anything goes wrong I'll just click my heels three times, it worked for Dorothy," Buffy said as she started toward the portal. Once she was through it and onto the other side she found herself in in what appeared to be the ruins of a small city. Like the type of city you'd find in a small country that wasn't too advanced. There were a few really old broken down cars and the air smelled, well... stale. It smelled familiar.... "Dead people, why does it always have to smell like dead people?"

"It smells like dead people?" Willow's voice said clearly in her head. Magic was a great thing, "Like dead dead people, or living dead people?"

"Like dead dead people. Vampires tend to have this aroma of cocky attitude, this smells more like decay. So either everyone around here didn't get buried or......"

"Or what?"

"Or they are up walking around, eating everything in sight," She said as she noticed three zombies tearing apart a dog, "See, this is why I never had a dog. Images like this. That's it, I quit, I'm going to find a different job. Something that doesn't involve zombies. I don't do zombies. Not since that weird voodoo mask from Junior year."

"Oh the mask of Ovu Mobani?"

"How do you remember this stuff, Will? Anyways, I gotta go. Dead people to kill, same old same old. I know my way back," She said as she felt the magic leave. She charged the zombies with her scythe in hand, cutting down the zombies as quickly as she could before noticing more in the distance, "I should probably keep count of every zombie I kill. I'm sure Giles would be happy that I wrote SOMETHING down, even if it is just the number of zombies I took down...."

She charged the five ahead of her who seemed to be trying to get into a car, taking their heads clean off with her scythe without giving any of them the chance to bite or scratch her.

[Damon Kamp]

Zombies...

Zombies were pretty damn cool. It could be worse. They could be... Holy crap, what was worse then zombies? o___O" They smelled, they probably tasted bad (Damon wasn't about to test that one though), they were slow, and they ate all your damn food (and they'd eat you too, if they got the chance). Really, what could be worse--

OH. Moldy bread. Ya. Moldy bread was pretty bad. I mean, you wake up, and you're all like, you know, I think I'll have some toast. I haven't had toast in forever, so you go to the drawer, or cupboard, or fridge, or where ever the hell you keep your bread and you take it out, go to pop it in the toaster AND WHAT DO YOU SEE!?

Mold. All over the bottom crust, which is the best part of the crust besides those nice little chewy pieces of the side crust below the top crust. Nothing was worse than that, so Damon could count himself lucky that it was just zombies he was dealing with and not moldy bread. Plus, zombies were pretty cool guys (or girls) who didn't afraid of anything. That's right. ANYTHING.

So there was Damon right, all up on this wall and tossing things down at the zombies. He'd never seen a zombie before, so this was really quite cool. He thought he might try to take a souvenir home with him to add to his collections. And you know, all parties seemed to be having a pretty damn good time. Like, the zombies were all like ZOMG FOOD AND OTHER EPIC STUFFZ and Damon was all like, ZOMG THESE ZOMBIES ARE SO EASILY AMUSED, JUST LIKE ME, LET'S BE BFF's and then this crazy bitch came out of nowhere and just started lopping off heads! What the hell was up with that shit!? D<

Truth was, Damon had no idea where he was at the moment. He was still getting used to this whole dimensional portal thing and he'd ended up in some pretty messed up places before this. Though, for all he knew, he'd been here before and just hadn't paid enough attention (though he was pretty sure he'd remember being in a place that smelled this bad). It'd probably be smart for him to find a sign or something and try to figure out where he'd ported to this time. But that was for later. Now, he had bigger fish to fry.

Like a really hot chick !

Now here was the problem. He'd climbed a crumbling wall to sit on the ledge and play with the zombies. That meant they were all crowded around the bottom of the wall. Now he wasn't about to test just how good his healing skills were. For all he knew, he had no protection against zombie bites. And ya. That was just what the world needed. A zombie demon. Mmmm.. He was willing to bet he'd be a pretty sexy zombie demon. But ya, back on track. Zombies at the bottom of the wall, blocking his way and keeping him from the hot chick.

DX Damon hated dematerializing. It sucked and it made his stomach feel funny. But he did it anyways, disappearing off the crumbling wall and reappearing a dozen steps away from the girl, arms crossed cockily over his chest and a little sneer on his pretty lips as he watched her take the head of zombies trying to get into a car. "Hey, crazy lady? You're killing my friends. Wanna cut that out? What the hell did they ever do to you?"

He gave her a dismissive wave of his hand and finished the gesture off with a stretch. ~AHHHH~ that's right, show off them pretty little stick arms and prepubescent boy abs~ It was a good thing he'd eaten, so besides the appearing out of nowhere thing, he looked pretty much human. A sexy human at that ;D Who didn't want some sweet Damon?

[Buffy Summers]

"Hey, crazy lady? You're killing my friends. Wanna cut that out? What the hell did they ever do to you?" Buffy turned with a bit of a huh look on her face, almost like she had done something bad that she shouldn't have as she looked over the bodies of the zombies. She didn't mean to kill somebody's friends! That was horrible! She could have sworn they were zombies though, they... they had to be zombies right? I mean if you think about it she.... wait a second.... that wasn't a human, and whoever it was hadn't been there very long, they had to have shown up really quickly.

She looked back toward him, "Sorry... I really didn't mean too, but to be fair," She said kicking the body of one of the zombies, "I teeechnically didn't kill them. They were dead already, I just... sort of... gave them a haircut and took a little too much off the top." It was true, not like she meant to hurt someone's feelings. Though she imagined she'd be pissed if someone killed some of her dead friends, it's just that her dead friends had personalities, and souls for that matter. Not that she had heard from either of them in a really REALLY long time.

"Besides they were eating that dog.... which I suppose is more of a cultural thing, I mean some humans eat dogs but... they usually cook them first, right?" She turned toward the demon and raised her weapon up in both hands, "So what about you then? You don't seem exactly human to me. I mean, the sheer amount of lift your hair has is ungodly. I can safely assume you're not a zombie, so what are you?"

That's right, Giles would be proud. First thing's first, ask the basic questions when getting to know a guy. Question number one, who are you. Question number two, what are you. Question number three, are you evil? And Question number four, the BIG question, how do I kill you? If only I had asked these questions to Angel when I first met him... or hell, even Parker. Parker may have been human, but I'm pretty sure I would have at least been tempted to kill him if it meant undoing what happened that night....

"And where do you come from? In fact.... while we're at it, how do I kill you?" She asked as she turned her head in a quizzical manner, almost like she was getting directions. She was getting a little rusty in her old age as a slayer, maybe next time she'd go without asking that last one.